I'm finding these nuggets of clarity and understanding come through the strangest vehicles. This week it was... French Braids.
It was one of those, 'hard mornings'. Tension was high and tempers short. 6:45am rushing to get two teenagers out the door. I am still making sandwiches and 5 minutes until time to leave. My youngest has just asked me to french braid her hair, and I told her I didn't think I had time.
Oldest: says intensely, "You are never ready on time! Come on!!"